Flights 4/5 (yeah, I know, shut up)
Title: Flights 4/5
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 4:
Yoochun sputtered as icy cold covered his body. He rolled away from it, and almost belatedly realized someone was in his arms and they fell to the ground. Yoochun twisted so he took the hard thump from landing on the metal floor, cradling Jaejoong in his arms.
The cold water followed him. He rolled over and away, this time sheltering Jaejoong from the spray. His mate was still out cold, dead for all intents and purposes, but that link in their mind was strong, pulsing with Jaejoong’s thoughts and dreams.
Changmin laughed above him.
“Damn you,” Yoochun said. “I’m going to clip your wings if you keep that up.”
“I’d like to see you try. Do you have any idea how much blood is all over the place? Damn, it’s like you ripped him to pieces.”
“I had to. He had four transmitters in him.”
The water stopped.
“Four?”
“Yeah.” Yoochun turned around. He pulled Jaejoong’s semi-responsive body into his arms and told Changmin about the transmitters.
Changmin whistled. “Wow. They did not want him to survive.”
Yoochun nuzzled into Jaejoong’s neck. “No. They didn’t. Where’s Yunho and Junsu?”
“In my room.”
“Both of them?”
“Yunho was feeling a little lonely after having to watch us with our mates. I don’t mind, and Junsu seems to be okay with it.”
“Do you mind if I commandeer your bathroom and clean us up?”
“Go ahead.” He pointed at a door. “Down that hall. Third door on the right.”
“Thanks. And thanks for letting us come here.”
Changmin shrugged. “I knew you’d come eventually. But I’m glad you stayed out there long enough to meet your mate. Jaejoong is insanely pretty, and I’ve just seen him covered in blood.”
Yoochun looked down at Jaejoong and licked up a streak of blood from his cheek. “He looks best with his skin glowing from Azure’s light.”
“I’m sure. Junsu looks best in Aster’s light, even though he says it washes out his skin.”
Yoochun smiled. He carefully picked Jaejoong up and carried him through the room. Changmin was right. There was blood everywhere. They entered a hallway, metal all around still, blue lights leading the way. Yoochun wondered what time it was.
Jaejoong squirmed in his hold.
Yoochun.
I’m here. Sleep. You need to sleep.
I need to kiss you.
Yoochun chuckled. Hang on.
Jae squirmed again, and he slept. Yoochun entered the bathroom. He went right to the large tub. He started the water and turned it hot. He made sure to set the tub on auto so it wouldn’t overfill, and then carried Jaejoong to the shower. The warm flow of water washed away the blood from their skin. Jae woke up enough to stand, but not on his own. Yoochun didn’t mind; he held him close and ran his hands over his skin. Jae whimpered. The connection flared with hunger. Jae’s mouth opened and he bit down on Yoochun’s neck, but he didn’t have fangs yet; he wouldn’t for a few more days. He whimpered, frustrated as he tried to break the skin.
Yoochun chuckled and slit his raw wrist open again. He held Jae close as Jae latched onto the fresh supply of blood and sucked. With every swallow, his consciousness sharpened, his body strengthened. Yoochun let him gorge himself. Soon, Yoochun would have to go find a human to feed on, but for now, the more they transferred blood, the more they drank from each other, the stronger they would be. Jae finally broke away with a gasp. His eyes fluttered, and almost opened. They were red.
Yoochun steadied him again. By the time he finished washing all the blood from both their bodies, the water in the tub had cooled enough, but not too much. He lifted Jaejoong into the water and then climbed him after him. They both stretched out, Yoochun’s wings spread behind him, out of the tub. Jae curled into his body.
“Jaejoong?”
Jae hummed.
“I love you.”
Jae tried to reply, too weak and tired. But their connection flared with love.
Yoochun returned the love and shifted Jae enough to slide fangs into his neck again. Jaejoong shivered, moaning aloud and mentally. Jae floated in the water, and then wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s waist. Yoochun moaned as his cock rubbed against Jae’s ass.
Jae whined, his hand sliding over Yoochun’s wings. Please
Yoochun smiled and even though he replied, You’re barely conscious, he reached between them and positioned his cock. It was Jaejoong who sat, crying out as Yoochun entered his dry channel. His blood pumped faster. Yoochun jerked his hips up as he drank. Jae leaned his head against Yoochun’s, the grip on his wings loosening as Yoochun guzzled.
Much later, Jae whimpered, and Yoochun stopped sucking, feeling the pain running through his mate. He whispered to him and continued to fuck him. Jae was more or less aware now, mouth open as he tried to move to meet Yoochun’s thrust, but with such little blood, his energy wouldn’t last.
A jolt, almost like an electric current ran between their link, making them both gasp with pleasure. The same thing had happened so many times already, so many moments where they connected completely.
It was too much for Jaejoong, and he came, shuddering against Yoochun’s chest. The clenching of his body, and his soft breaths against Yoochun’s electrified skin was just enough sensation to get Yoochun to come. Jae smiled, and then kissed Yoochun’s chest before once again slipping into unconsciousness. Yoochun sighed and held Jaejoong until the water went cold. He climbed out of the tub and dried them off.
With his arms around Jae’s shoulders and under his knees, he left the bathroom. He sent a mental message to Changmin, and Changmin directed him further into the compound and into a room. Yoochun stepped into it, expecting more modern designs and modern machines. What greeted him was a Victorian style bedroom complete with a four poster bed covered in deep blue and brown bedding. An armoire, and dressers in dark brown wood. Off to the side was a sitting area with leather chairs and a coffee table.
There is a private bath, Changmin said, and a small kitchenette. I know you won’t leave there for a few days. Please don’t destroy it. It’s one of my favorite rooms.
Yoochun managed to send a thank you to him before Changmin cut and blocked the connection.
Yoochun went right to the bed. He carefully laid Jaejoong under the covers, but when he tried to leave, Jaejoong’s grip tightened and he whimpered. Yoochun smiled, and decided that lying next to his mate was a much better idea than going to find something substantial to eat. Jaejoong immediately curled into him, and Yoochun slept for a little while, until Jaejoong’s hunger flared between them again. This time, instead of cutting open his wrist, Yoochun pried Jaejoong away from him.
The link flared with anger and possession.
Yoochun chuckled. “I’ll be right back. Less than twenty seconds.”
Jaejoong counted. Yoochun went to the kitchenette and found a knife. He crawled back into bed as Jaejoong said Eighteen. Jae latched onto him with a growl and tried to bite Yoochun’s neck again. Yoochun shivered.
He took the tip of the knife and sliced a thin cut into his neck.
Jaejoong yelped in delight down their link and his mouth closed around it and sucked. He sighed in pleasure. Yoochun tossed the knife away. Jaejoong was still partially human. A knife wound would hurt him. It clattered on the nightstand and then on the floor. He’d find it later. He put his arms around his mate and held Jaejoong tightly while Jae once again fed from him. They connected and rocked and moaned.
Jaejoong broke away and his eyes were open, red and black pulsing. He licked blood from his lips and teeth and then smiled at Yoochun before leaning down and kissing him. Yoochun kissed back. His blood, Jaejoong’s blood. It tasted so good, mixed and strong. Together.
Jae collapsed on him, and laughter bubbled down their link and from Jaejoong’s lips.
“What’s so funny?”
Jae turned his head, eyes more black than red now. “Nothing. Just happy.”
“Hm, me too,” Yoochun said, and pulled Jae’s face back up for more kisses.
“When do I get my wings?” Jae demanded and suddenly sat up. He swayed, so Yoochun put his hand on his hips to steady him. Jae crossed his arms. His muscles had strengthened and defined through the night and day. Yoochun ran his hands over his abs.
“In a few days. It’s going to fucking hurt.”
“All of this has hurt.” Jae leaned back into him, the burst of energy gone. “But I don’t regret it. Not at all. I love you.”
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
v-v ♥ v-v
By day three, Jae had his own fangs, and showed them to Yoochun in the most pleasurable way possible. He’d been kissing down Yoochun’s stomach, and then right at the bend of his hip, a hint of mischief trickled through their connection and before Yoochun could ask why, a sharp pain shot through his skin. He cried out and then moaned as Jae sucked on him and stroked his cock at the same time.
“Fuck, Jaejoong. Fuck. When the …”
A couple hours ago. Like them?
Yoochun moaned and had an orgasm in about three minutes.
The wings came a few days later, and it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable. Jae refused to move from his stomach in the middle of the bed. Yoochun had asked Changmin what to do for him, and Changmin’s only advice was to keep feeding him, and to make sure he was in the bathroom when his wings sprouted. There wasn’t anything else Yoochun could do.
Jae whined and moaned and screamed. The muscles on his skin and back moved and rotated and twisted and curled. Yoochun fed Jae constantly, almost every twenty minutes. He had touched Jae’s back once, but his scream had been so painful, so agonizing, that Yoochun had cried for causing his mate so much pain.
Jae’s eyes stayed red, his fangs stayed out, cutting his lips.
To Yoochun it felt as if the moment lasted for weeks even though it was only one night. Jaejoong, no matter how much he fed though, was so weak, and his cries had turned to whimpers, and though his hands still clutched the bedspread, he no longer had energy to move. His back rose and fell in painful breaths.
Yoochun very carefully transported Jaejoong into the bathroom, and Jae whimpered in pain, but sighed when the cool tile pressed against his face. Yoochun fed him again, and only moments later, Jaejoong screamed, a scream so loud and painful that it made Yoochun’s heart ache for him. And then pain, more pain than Yoochun had ever felt, tore through their connection. Yoochun fell to his knees, screaming, face in his hands. Something ripped, and warmth splattered over him, around him, and Jae moaned.
As the pain subsided, Yoochun pried his eyes open. For a moment, he thought he was looking through his heat-vision, and then he realized that blood was everywhere. Something very strong slammed into him and he fell back, his head hitting the floor hard. His vision blurred, and then cleared. Fangs, in his neck, hands pinning his arms. And wings, gray wings, dappled with white and brown. They arched above him, shuddering, the feathers hissing like wind as they settled.
They were beautiful and Yoochun wanted to touch them, but Jaejoong was in pain and drinking from him, and again they were covered in blood.
Jae drank until he almost threw up, and then with a whimper, he fell away from Yoochun, onto his new wings, and cried out as they were smashed.
Yoochun moved over to him and gathered him close. “You’ll have to get used to them,” Yoochun said, and finally ran his fingers over the multi-colored feathers. He couldn’t remember ever seeing an Avixiary with wings colored like that.
But Jae whimpered and Yoochun felt how sensitive the wings were. Despite being uncomfortable, they slept on the bathroom floor until Changmin came to find them the next night and bitched about another bloody mess that had to be cleaned up.
Yoochun washed Jaejoong carefully in the tub. His wings were sensitive, they would be for another couple days, but so was his skin. He had to use a soft wash cloth, and even that caused Jaejoong minor pain. Yoochun carried him to bed, his arm under the new structures of his wings.
Jaejoong whimpered when Yoochun laid him down, and then whined low in his throat when Yoochun tried to leave him. It called to Yoochun’s heart and soul, to protect and stay with Jaejoong forever. Yoochun lay next to him and held his hand. Jaejoong’s breathing was less ragged and his heartbeat more steady when Yoochun was next to him.
Changmin, Junsu and Yunho came into the room a few hours later. Jaejoong was finally sleeping. He lay on his stomach, his new wings open and spread, shivering as they tried to relax.
Yunho whistled. “Damn. No wonder he was in so much pain.”
Changmin nodded. “Large wings for a newbie. I wonder how much they’ll grow.”
“They’re pretty,” Junsu said. “Interesting coloring.”
Yoochun reveled in their praise of his mate, prideful and arrogant. His mate was perfect.
“Can we talk business now that your mind is mostly clear?” Changmin said and sat down. Junsu sat in his lap, and Yunho sat close enough to the two of them that his and Changmin’s wings intertwined.
“Sure.”
“You’re going to need to hunt soon,” Changmin said, and Yoochun didn’t feel the urge until Changmin said something. Jaejoong’s turning had been his primary focus.
“I live in this area because there is a city nearby where the residents are compassionate to Avixiary and their cause. It is not widely known, because if the government knew that Avixiary were hunting unregistered in the area, they would crackdown and take over the city.”
“You just fly down and snag them up?” Yoochun said, incredulous.
“Just like old times,” Yunho said with a grin.
“Junsu and Yunho have already been out hunting and met a few of the humans,” Changmin said.
“How many Avixiary are there around here?” Yoochun asked.
“With you guys, and now Jaejoong, there are twenty of us.”
Yoochun sat up, disturbing Jaejoong, who cried out and tried to curl around him. Yoochun forced himself calm and whispered at Jaejoong down their link until he settled down again.
“How are so many hiding?”
“We have the humans’ support,” Changmin said. “That’s why. There are clearings, like the one you landed in, where humans go at night to be hunted. It isn’t all who live in the city, and most of the time it’s teenagers or young adults, betting on who would get taken, but they don’t mind. In return, as Avixiary, we only drink what we need, and we do not try to coerce their minds. Nor do we fuck them, as some of the young women tried to pin rape charges awhile ago. It’s a fair trade.”
“I’ll say,” Yoochun said. He winced when Jaejoong’s fangs dug into his leg.
Junsu giggled. “Is he a biter?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said as Jae drank from him in his sleep. “I don’t think he’s completely happy unless his fangs are in my body.”
“Hm,” Junsu hummed and rubbed his face against Changmin’s chest. “Same here. I like biting.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and with arms at Junsu’s shoulders held him away. “You are irritating.”
“You love me.”
“Yes.” Their kiss was sweet, and Yoochun caught Yunho looking at them longingly.
“You ready for a mate, Yunnie?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho shrugged. “It’d be nice, but … you know.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. I do know. I hope you find one someday.”
“Maybe one day.”
“So have we been forgotten or-”
Changmin scoffed and forced himself away from Junsu’s lips. Junsu moved his kisses to Changmin’s neck. Yunho’s hand rubbed up and down Junsu’s back.
“No,” Changmin said. “The human news is going crazy trying to figure out where you went. They lost track of you about three hours from here, so they have no idea. The humans who are afraid of us are blasting the government, wanting tighter control, and others are saying that it’s time to stop treating us as animals. Lots of debates, lots of fights and protests.”
“So what we did either makes things easier for us, or harder?”
“Definitely harder, but we’re not pegged anymore. There are a lot of unpegged Avixiary, more than you’d realize.”
“How?”
“They come to me,” Changmin said. “This place,” he gestured with the arm not around Junsu, “is fortified with a mixture of metal and minerals that screw up their detection. You could have stayed here without removing your transmitters and they’d never have found you, but once you go outside, you’d be sitting ducks for them.”
“How long did it take for you to build this place?” Yoochun asked.
“For the construction? Not long. It took about six decades to find the right spot for it.”
“Don’t you just love him?” Junsu said and tried to snuggle even closer to Changmin. “My mate is a genius.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “God, a hundred years ago you were calling me a selfish bastard and throwing dishes at me, screaming at me to get out of your wings.”
“Yeah, well, you are a selfish bastard, but I still love you.”
Changmin grinned. “You should hunt tonight,” he said to Yoochun. “I know that means being away from Jaejoong for a little while, but he’ll survive, and you won’t be gone long. Yunho can show you where the clearings are.”
“This is surreal,” Yoochun said. “I never thought we’d live and be free of their control.”
“Technically, we’re not,” Changmin said. “Never forget that. We’re fugitives. We will always be fugitives and hunted creatures.”
“You’re such a spoilsport,” Junsu said with a pout.
“And you’re such a slut,” Changmin snapped back.
“You promised me sex.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
Changmin rose fluidly and carried Junsu toward the door. “Does this sex you want consist of you tied up and at my mercy?”
Junsu shivered and his wings snapped. “God, I hope so.”
Changmin laughed. At the door, he looked over his shoulder. “Are you joining us, Yunho?”
Yunho grinned, but shook his head. “No. Not this time. Yoochun needs to hunt.”
Junsu whimpered. “Ah, please, Yunnie.”
“Go,” Yoochun said. “I’m not leaving Jaejoong for a few hours yet.”
Junsu practically squealed. “Come on. Come on. You can both fuck me.”
“The slut has spoken,” Changmin said.
Yoochun smiled as the three of them left. Jaejoong’s arms tightened around his waist and Yoochun settled down to take a short nap. He hadn’t flown for more than a week, and the call for fresh blood was loud in his ears, but it could wait a little longer.
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 4:
Yoochun sputtered as icy cold covered his body. He rolled away from it, and almost belatedly realized someone was in his arms and they fell to the ground. Yoochun twisted so he took the hard thump from landing on the metal floor, cradling Jaejoong in his arms.
The cold water followed him. He rolled over and away, this time sheltering Jaejoong from the spray. His mate was still out cold, dead for all intents and purposes, but that link in their mind was strong, pulsing with Jaejoong’s thoughts and dreams.
Changmin laughed above him.
“Damn you,” Yoochun said. “I’m going to clip your wings if you keep that up.”
“I’d like to see you try. Do you have any idea how much blood is all over the place? Damn, it’s like you ripped him to pieces.”
“I had to. He had four transmitters in him.”
The water stopped.
“Four?”
“Yeah.” Yoochun turned around. He pulled Jaejoong’s semi-responsive body into his arms and told Changmin about the transmitters.
Changmin whistled. “Wow. They did not want him to survive.”
Yoochun nuzzled into Jaejoong’s neck. “No. They didn’t. Where’s Yunho and Junsu?”
“In my room.”
“Both of them?”
“Yunho was feeling a little lonely after having to watch us with our mates. I don’t mind, and Junsu seems to be okay with it.”
“Do you mind if I commandeer your bathroom and clean us up?”
“Go ahead.” He pointed at a door. “Down that hall. Third door on the right.”
“Thanks. And thanks for letting us come here.”
Changmin shrugged. “I knew you’d come eventually. But I’m glad you stayed out there long enough to meet your mate. Jaejoong is insanely pretty, and I’ve just seen him covered in blood.”
Yoochun looked down at Jaejoong and licked up a streak of blood from his cheek. “He looks best with his skin glowing from Azure’s light.”
“I’m sure. Junsu looks best in Aster’s light, even though he says it washes out his skin.”
Yoochun smiled. He carefully picked Jaejoong up and carried him through the room. Changmin was right. There was blood everywhere. They entered a hallway, metal all around still, blue lights leading the way. Yoochun wondered what time it was.
Jaejoong squirmed in his hold.
Yoochun.
I’m here. Sleep. You need to sleep.
I need to kiss you.
Yoochun chuckled. Hang on.
Jae squirmed again, and he slept. Yoochun entered the bathroom. He went right to the large tub. He started the water and turned it hot. He made sure to set the tub on auto so it wouldn’t overfill, and then carried Jaejoong to the shower. The warm flow of water washed away the blood from their skin. Jae woke up enough to stand, but not on his own. Yoochun didn’t mind; he held him close and ran his hands over his skin. Jae whimpered. The connection flared with hunger. Jae’s mouth opened and he bit down on Yoochun’s neck, but he didn’t have fangs yet; he wouldn’t for a few more days. He whimpered, frustrated as he tried to break the skin.
Yoochun chuckled and slit his raw wrist open again. He held Jae close as Jae latched onto the fresh supply of blood and sucked. With every swallow, his consciousness sharpened, his body strengthened. Yoochun let him gorge himself. Soon, Yoochun would have to go find a human to feed on, but for now, the more they transferred blood, the more they drank from each other, the stronger they would be. Jae finally broke away with a gasp. His eyes fluttered, and almost opened. They were red.
Yoochun steadied him again. By the time he finished washing all the blood from both their bodies, the water in the tub had cooled enough, but not too much. He lifted Jaejoong into the water and then climbed him after him. They both stretched out, Yoochun’s wings spread behind him, out of the tub. Jae curled into his body.
“Jaejoong?”
Jae hummed.
“I love you.”
Jae tried to reply, too weak and tired. But their connection flared with love.
Yoochun returned the love and shifted Jae enough to slide fangs into his neck again. Jaejoong shivered, moaning aloud and mentally. Jae floated in the water, and then wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s waist. Yoochun moaned as his cock rubbed against Jae’s ass.
Jae whined, his hand sliding over Yoochun’s wings. Please
Yoochun smiled and even though he replied, You’re barely conscious, he reached between them and positioned his cock. It was Jaejoong who sat, crying out as Yoochun entered his dry channel. His blood pumped faster. Yoochun jerked his hips up as he drank. Jae leaned his head against Yoochun’s, the grip on his wings loosening as Yoochun guzzled.
Much later, Jae whimpered, and Yoochun stopped sucking, feeling the pain running through his mate. He whispered to him and continued to fuck him. Jae was more or less aware now, mouth open as he tried to move to meet Yoochun’s thrust, but with such little blood, his energy wouldn’t last.
A jolt, almost like an electric current ran between their link, making them both gasp with pleasure. The same thing had happened so many times already, so many moments where they connected completely.
It was too much for Jaejoong, and he came, shuddering against Yoochun’s chest. The clenching of his body, and his soft breaths against Yoochun’s electrified skin was just enough sensation to get Yoochun to come. Jae smiled, and then kissed Yoochun’s chest before once again slipping into unconsciousness. Yoochun sighed and held Jaejoong until the water went cold. He climbed out of the tub and dried them off.
With his arms around Jae’s shoulders and under his knees, he left the bathroom. He sent a mental message to Changmin, and Changmin directed him further into the compound and into a room. Yoochun stepped into it, expecting more modern designs and modern machines. What greeted him was a Victorian style bedroom complete with a four poster bed covered in deep blue and brown bedding. An armoire, and dressers in dark brown wood. Off to the side was a sitting area with leather chairs and a coffee table.
There is a private bath, Changmin said, and a small kitchenette. I know you won’t leave there for a few days. Please don’t destroy it. It’s one of my favorite rooms.
Yoochun managed to send a thank you to him before Changmin cut and blocked the connection.
Yoochun went right to the bed. He carefully laid Jaejoong under the covers, but when he tried to leave, Jaejoong’s grip tightened and he whimpered. Yoochun smiled, and decided that lying next to his mate was a much better idea than going to find something substantial to eat. Jaejoong immediately curled into him, and Yoochun slept for a little while, until Jaejoong’s hunger flared between them again. This time, instead of cutting open his wrist, Yoochun pried Jaejoong away from him.
The link flared with anger and possession.
Yoochun chuckled. “I’ll be right back. Less than twenty seconds.”
Jaejoong counted. Yoochun went to the kitchenette and found a knife. He crawled back into bed as Jaejoong said Eighteen. Jae latched onto him with a growl and tried to bite Yoochun’s neck again. Yoochun shivered.
He took the tip of the knife and sliced a thin cut into his neck.
Jaejoong yelped in delight down their link and his mouth closed around it and sucked. He sighed in pleasure. Yoochun tossed the knife away. Jaejoong was still partially human. A knife wound would hurt him. It clattered on the nightstand and then on the floor. He’d find it later. He put his arms around his mate and held Jaejoong tightly while Jae once again fed from him. They connected and rocked and moaned.
Jaejoong broke away and his eyes were open, red and black pulsing. He licked blood from his lips and teeth and then smiled at Yoochun before leaning down and kissing him. Yoochun kissed back. His blood, Jaejoong’s blood. It tasted so good, mixed and strong. Together.
Jae collapsed on him, and laughter bubbled down their link and from Jaejoong’s lips.
“What’s so funny?”
Jae turned his head, eyes more black than red now. “Nothing. Just happy.”
“Hm, me too,” Yoochun said, and pulled Jae’s face back up for more kisses.
“When do I get my wings?” Jae demanded and suddenly sat up. He swayed, so Yoochun put his hand on his hips to steady him. Jae crossed his arms. His muscles had strengthened and defined through the night and day. Yoochun ran his hands over his abs.
“In a few days. It’s going to fucking hurt.”
“All of this has hurt.” Jae leaned back into him, the burst of energy gone. “But I don’t regret it. Not at all. I love you.”
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
v-v ♥ v-v
By day three, Jae had his own fangs, and showed them to Yoochun in the most pleasurable way possible. He’d been kissing down Yoochun’s stomach, and then right at the bend of his hip, a hint of mischief trickled through their connection and before Yoochun could ask why, a sharp pain shot through his skin. He cried out and then moaned as Jae sucked on him and stroked his cock at the same time.
“Fuck, Jaejoong. Fuck. When the …”
A couple hours ago. Like them?
Yoochun moaned and had an orgasm in about three minutes.
The wings came a few days later, and it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable. Jae refused to move from his stomach in the middle of the bed. Yoochun had asked Changmin what to do for him, and Changmin’s only advice was to keep feeding him, and to make sure he was in the bathroom when his wings sprouted. There wasn’t anything else Yoochun could do.
Jae whined and moaned and screamed. The muscles on his skin and back moved and rotated and twisted and curled. Yoochun fed Jae constantly, almost every twenty minutes. He had touched Jae’s back once, but his scream had been so painful, so agonizing, that Yoochun had cried for causing his mate so much pain.
Jae’s eyes stayed red, his fangs stayed out, cutting his lips.
To Yoochun it felt as if the moment lasted for weeks even though it was only one night. Jaejoong, no matter how much he fed though, was so weak, and his cries had turned to whimpers, and though his hands still clutched the bedspread, he no longer had energy to move. His back rose and fell in painful breaths.
Yoochun very carefully transported Jaejoong into the bathroom, and Jae whimpered in pain, but sighed when the cool tile pressed against his face. Yoochun fed him again, and only moments later, Jaejoong screamed, a scream so loud and painful that it made Yoochun’s heart ache for him. And then pain, more pain than Yoochun had ever felt, tore through their connection. Yoochun fell to his knees, screaming, face in his hands. Something ripped, and warmth splattered over him, around him, and Jae moaned.
As the pain subsided, Yoochun pried his eyes open. For a moment, he thought he was looking through his heat-vision, and then he realized that blood was everywhere. Something very strong slammed into him and he fell back, his head hitting the floor hard. His vision blurred, and then cleared. Fangs, in his neck, hands pinning his arms. And wings, gray wings, dappled with white and brown. They arched above him, shuddering, the feathers hissing like wind as they settled.
They were beautiful and Yoochun wanted to touch them, but Jaejoong was in pain and drinking from him, and again they were covered in blood.
Jae drank until he almost threw up, and then with a whimper, he fell away from Yoochun, onto his new wings, and cried out as they were smashed.
Yoochun moved over to him and gathered him close. “You’ll have to get used to them,” Yoochun said, and finally ran his fingers over the multi-colored feathers. He couldn’t remember ever seeing an Avixiary with wings colored like that.
But Jae whimpered and Yoochun felt how sensitive the wings were. Despite being uncomfortable, they slept on the bathroom floor until Changmin came to find them the next night and bitched about another bloody mess that had to be cleaned up.
Yoochun washed Jaejoong carefully in the tub. His wings were sensitive, they would be for another couple days, but so was his skin. He had to use a soft wash cloth, and even that caused Jaejoong minor pain. Yoochun carried him to bed, his arm under the new structures of his wings.
Jaejoong whimpered when Yoochun laid him down, and then whined low in his throat when Yoochun tried to leave him. It called to Yoochun’s heart and soul, to protect and stay with Jaejoong forever. Yoochun lay next to him and held his hand. Jaejoong’s breathing was less ragged and his heartbeat more steady when Yoochun was next to him.
Changmin, Junsu and Yunho came into the room a few hours later. Jaejoong was finally sleeping. He lay on his stomach, his new wings open and spread, shivering as they tried to relax.
Yunho whistled. “Damn. No wonder he was in so much pain.”
Changmin nodded. “Large wings for a newbie. I wonder how much they’ll grow.”
“They’re pretty,” Junsu said. “Interesting coloring.”
Yoochun reveled in their praise of his mate, prideful and arrogant. His mate was perfect.
“Can we talk business now that your mind is mostly clear?” Changmin said and sat down. Junsu sat in his lap, and Yunho sat close enough to the two of them that his and Changmin’s wings intertwined.
“Sure.”
“You’re going to need to hunt soon,” Changmin said, and Yoochun didn’t feel the urge until Changmin said something. Jaejoong’s turning had been his primary focus.
“I live in this area because there is a city nearby where the residents are compassionate to Avixiary and their cause. It is not widely known, because if the government knew that Avixiary were hunting unregistered in the area, they would crackdown and take over the city.”
“You just fly down and snag them up?” Yoochun said, incredulous.
“Just like old times,” Yunho said with a grin.
“Junsu and Yunho have already been out hunting and met a few of the humans,” Changmin said.
“How many Avixiary are there around here?” Yoochun asked.
“With you guys, and now Jaejoong, there are twenty of us.”
Yoochun sat up, disturbing Jaejoong, who cried out and tried to curl around him. Yoochun forced himself calm and whispered at Jaejoong down their link until he settled down again.
“How are so many hiding?”
“We have the humans’ support,” Changmin said. “That’s why. There are clearings, like the one you landed in, where humans go at night to be hunted. It isn’t all who live in the city, and most of the time it’s teenagers or young adults, betting on who would get taken, but they don’t mind. In return, as Avixiary, we only drink what we need, and we do not try to coerce their minds. Nor do we fuck them, as some of the young women tried to pin rape charges awhile ago. It’s a fair trade.”
“I’ll say,” Yoochun said. He winced when Jaejoong’s fangs dug into his leg.
Junsu giggled. “Is he a biter?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said as Jae drank from him in his sleep. “I don’t think he’s completely happy unless his fangs are in my body.”
“Hm,” Junsu hummed and rubbed his face against Changmin’s chest. “Same here. I like biting.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and with arms at Junsu’s shoulders held him away. “You are irritating.”
“You love me.”
“Yes.” Their kiss was sweet, and Yoochun caught Yunho looking at them longingly.
“You ready for a mate, Yunnie?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho shrugged. “It’d be nice, but … you know.”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. I do know. I hope you find one someday.”
“Maybe one day.”
“So have we been forgotten or-”
Changmin scoffed and forced himself away from Junsu’s lips. Junsu moved his kisses to Changmin’s neck. Yunho’s hand rubbed up and down Junsu’s back.
“No,” Changmin said. “The human news is going crazy trying to figure out where you went. They lost track of you about three hours from here, so they have no idea. The humans who are afraid of us are blasting the government, wanting tighter control, and others are saying that it’s time to stop treating us as animals. Lots of debates, lots of fights and protests.”
“So what we did either makes things easier for us, or harder?”
“Definitely harder, but we’re not pegged anymore. There are a lot of unpegged Avixiary, more than you’d realize.”
“How?”
“They come to me,” Changmin said. “This place,” he gestured with the arm not around Junsu, “is fortified with a mixture of metal and minerals that screw up their detection. You could have stayed here without removing your transmitters and they’d never have found you, but once you go outside, you’d be sitting ducks for them.”
“How long did it take for you to build this place?” Yoochun asked.
“For the construction? Not long. It took about six decades to find the right spot for it.”
“Don’t you just love him?” Junsu said and tried to snuggle even closer to Changmin. “My mate is a genius.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “God, a hundred years ago you were calling me a selfish bastard and throwing dishes at me, screaming at me to get out of your wings.”
“Yeah, well, you are a selfish bastard, but I still love you.”
Changmin grinned. “You should hunt tonight,” he said to Yoochun. “I know that means being away from Jaejoong for a little while, but he’ll survive, and you won’t be gone long. Yunho can show you where the clearings are.”
“This is surreal,” Yoochun said. “I never thought we’d live and be free of their control.”
“Technically, we’re not,” Changmin said. “Never forget that. We’re fugitives. We will always be fugitives and hunted creatures.”
“You’re such a spoilsport,” Junsu said with a pout.
“And you’re such a slut,” Changmin snapped back.
“You promised me sex.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
Changmin rose fluidly and carried Junsu toward the door. “Does this sex you want consist of you tied up and at my mercy?”
Junsu shivered and his wings snapped. “God, I hope so.”
Changmin laughed. At the door, he looked over his shoulder. “Are you joining us, Yunho?”
Yunho grinned, but shook his head. “No. Not this time. Yoochun needs to hunt.”
Junsu whimpered. “Ah, please, Yunnie.”
“Go,” Yoochun said. “I’m not leaving Jaejoong for a few hours yet.”
Junsu practically squealed. “Come on. Come on. You can both fuck me.”
“The slut has spoken,” Changmin said.
Yoochun smiled as the three of them left. Jaejoong’s arms tightened around his waist and Yoochun settled down to take a short nap. He hadn’t flown for more than a week, and the call for fresh blood was loud in his ears, but it could wait a little longer.
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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